Post by Yuma Shiikawa (Dead) on Mar 3, 2009 12:57:09 GMT -5
Yuma had gone into the woods nearby the school, being a little more curious than was good for her. She had tried to get Mayu to come with her, but it seemed as though Mayu had gotten enough mischief without running into some creepy old woods. Yuma hoped to find something interesting, maybe something fun.
She walked through the trees, mindful not to trip, lest she disturb something that might not like being disturbed. She plodded her way through the forest. Coming upon a small clearing, much to her disappointment, she saw nothing that even remotely looked dangerous. Why DID they tell the students to stay out of these woods?
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Why did they tell the students to stay out of these woods? An intriguing question that really didn't require much explanation if one knew about it's past. Ever seen the founding of Firefox University by it's beloved Headmaster, Talon Windwaltz, it seemed that every anti-hero from his past followed him to Spain. The Lord Azrael had taken over the Triangle Tunnel and ruled there with his nefarious horde while his hench-hound had taken residence in the Woods. No longer the hench-hound of Azrael, the wolf had made his own reputation of slaughtering students and there was even a hunt dedicated to his eradication: he was so popular.
But recently he'd been pretty quiet. No horrific stories echoed from the Woods, the trees told no new tales of innocence lost or the suffering that his victims had felt. Many people probably figured that the aging lycan was starting to get soft, that he only appeared to keep his own kind in line and to slap disobedient lycans on the wrist. Others said that the presence of the Black Forest Church perturbed the lycan so much that he hid in the Woods in order to avoid being captured or bring the wrath of the Church unto his pack.
Whatever the most recent rumor might lead one to believe, Fenris Fenrir was still the most unpredicatable creature in these parts and the fear of the unknown is the greatest fright that mankind knows of.
So just like in that old folktale of the little girl and her beloved grandmother, a figure came out of the underbrush behind the student. It was that of a tall man, 6'6" to be precise, and he looked every inch a woodsman. He had raven-black hair and a blob of tar resided where his left eye should've been. His beard was trimmed, but full of leaves and twigs from his wild existence. Clothed in an overcoat as the chilly winds of March ripped through the trees, the man seemed to cast the aura of something powerful, yet primal and above all else...
Hungry.
For beware the wolf in sheep's clothing, especially if you are the sheep. Advancing on the student, the man grinned wolfishly and said, "What are you doing out here, little girl?"
Post by Yuma Shiikawa (Dead) on Mar 3, 2009 13:30:37 GMT -5
Yuma looked at the tall man, coming out of the bushes, and then the leaves stuck in his beard, and couldn't help but laugh at him. She fell over on the ground laughing. "OH! MY! GOD! You have LEAVES stuck in your beard! HAHAHAHAHA!!" She rolled on to her side, trying to hold back her laughter enough to breathe.
"I'm- sorry! HAHAHA! You just look- HAHA! So... funny!" She stood back up, brushing herself off. Who did he think he was, Smokey the Bear? Either way, she had better answer his question, she felt, as for some reason she couldn't put her finger on, she was compelled to. "I'm just taking a little walk. I keep hearing how dangerous this place is, but I haven't seen ANYTHING that even LOOKS dangerous... It's almost like the lycans I've heard about a a buncha little babies... Ya know?" She looked at him, to see if her jest went over well with his humor...
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Leaves, in his beard? He'd always considered it a fashion statement, but here was this little git going on about how funny he looked. And when she made the little comment about how all the lycans in the Woods were babies...well her jest didn't go over that well with his "apparent humor". Scratching the back of his neck absent-mindly, the large man seemed to forget that the girl was even there for a few moments before he snorted and his single eye focused on her again.
"Oh. You're still here then, are ya? Well I gave ya a few seconds ta do something, but ya must have got something inbetween those pretty, little ears of yours that I wouldn't call a brain: I'd call it sod for brains," said the man as he squatted down so he'd be at the same height as the girl. Tilting his head a little to the right as he examined her, the lycan grinned once more but instead of human teeth wolven ones appeared. "What's wrong little girlie? Haven't ya ever read the stories? Don't ya know who I am?"
His skin exploded with fur and the bones in his body popped out of place and back into those of a colassal wolf. Leering down at the small human, the wolf licked it's chops and if the girl paid close attention she could hear in the back of her mind, 'I'm Fenris Fenrir, bitch!'. Throwing himself on her, the wolf knocked the student onto her back and proceeded to rip open her intestines. Blood spurted from her open cavity as Fenrir's teeth severed arteries and shredded intestine: the lycan was the Jackson Pollack of carnage. His single eye seemed to burn with bloodlust as he tore hungrily into the squirming human, ignoring her shouts and the occasional pounding of her hands. Once he had gotten a hold of her small intestine, having rendered the large unrecognizable, Fenrir started pulling it out of her small frame as if he was a puppy playing tug-o-war with his owner: only all 36 ft was at his disposal.
And at the rate he was going, she wouldn't be among the living much longer.
Post by Yuma Shiikawa (Dead) on Mar 3, 2009 14:06:13 GMT -5
Yuma felt something sharp sink into her side, and it took until she was on the ground, seeing her own blood everywhere that she realized... She was going to die. Oh, so that's what those looked like... She never was very good at biology. As he tore her apart, she moved to scream, but there was a rather large hole in her diaphram. She couldn't move, and she couldn't scream. As she felt the helplessness of the situation overwhelm her, she had yet another realization. It must be over, now. This was it. She had been fun loving, but now was the end. It was short, but sweet. As she slipped unconscious, her last though was, At least now I won't grow up to be a crotchety old hag...
As Fenrir finished his work, she fell dead, and passed on to the hereafter...
(OOC: That last part is to take place during the rest of your butchering fest. ^_^)
Oh he could feel her little body quivering with pain as he ripped deeper into her intestines. How fragile the human body was once it was exposed: the former doctor inside of him pitied the helpless girl, but the raging beast demanded that the sacrifice be completed. The lycan soon grew tired of his little game, and collapsed to the ground with the chewed-up intestine laying around him. Shifting back into a human, Fenrir crawled over to the girl's open wound and dipped his fingers into her side.
Like a naughty child sticking his fingers into salad dip, the raven-haired lycan shook with pleasure as he slurped down mesodermal goo. Again and again he dipped his hand into her wound, scooping out flesh and muscle like the guts of a pumpkin before it becomes a jack-o-lantern. Once he finished, Fenrir grabbed one of her arms and with a sharp tug it came clean off. Tearing into the shoulder, the lycan sat there happily as he munched on the deceased: blood and spittle dribbling down his neck.
It took him some time as he tried to savor the taste, but after awhile Fenrir tossed the bones and chewy ligaments from the arm over his shoulder and moved onto the other one. He continued this process until the girl's corpse had no limbs left and then he moved onto his favorite part: the largest muscle in the human body. It was hard work, digging with his fingernails as he scratched against the sternum, but he forced his way into the rib cage and grabbed the fleshy object of his hunger. Tearing the heart from her body, the lycan gazed at it's complexity for a moment before taking a large chomp out of the right atrium and he relished as the fresh blood ran down his throat.
Looking at the rest of the body, he figured he'd get rid of that the old fashioned way, but since students keep coming into his Woods he felt that he'd have to do better than just letting this lie. Scrambling over to the girl's head, Fenrir put his feet on her collar bone and his hands on either side of her head as he pulled with all his might. And with a satisfying, meaty pop the girl had completely lost her head. Oh dear. Well, he'd drop that off somewhere or other after he'd finished with the rest of her. Shifting back into a wolf, Fenrir started munching on what was left of her until there was nothing left.
Then like a puppy, he grabbed her head between his jaws and ran off in the direction of the school: time they'd learn again why not to enter the Woods.
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